Очи чёрные Владимир Высоцкий

Во хмелю слегка
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp лесом правил я.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Не устал пока —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp пел за здравие.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp А умел я петь
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp песни вздорные:
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp «Как любил я вас,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp очи черные!»
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspТо плелись, то неслись,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp то трусили рысцой,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspИ болотную слизь
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp конь швырял мне в лицо.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspТолько я проглочу
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp вместе с грязью слюну,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspШтофу горло скручу —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp и опять затяну:

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp «Очи черные,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp как любил я Вас. «
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Но прикончил я
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp то, что впрок припас,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Головой тряхнул,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp чтоб слетела блажь,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp И вокруг взглянул —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp и присвистнул аж:

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspЛес стеной впереди — не пускает стена,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspКони прядут ушами — назад подают,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspГде просвет, где прогал?&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspНе видать ни рожна,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspКолют иглы меня — до костей достают.

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Коренной ты мой,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp выручай же, брат!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Ты куда, родной,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp почему назад?!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Дождь, как яд с ветвей, —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp не добром пропах.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Пристяжной моей
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Волк нырнул под пах!

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspВот же пьяный дурак, вот же налил глаза!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspВедь погибель пришла, а бежать — не суметь!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspИз колоды моей утащили туза,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspДа такого туза, без которого — смерть!

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Я ору волкам:
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp «Побери вас прах. «
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp А коней пока
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp подгоняет страх.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Шевелю кнутом —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp бью крученые —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp И пою при том:
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp «Очи черные. «

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspХрап, да топот, да лязг, да лихой перепляс —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspБубенцы плясовую играют с дуги.&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspАх вы, кони мои,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspпогублю же я вас!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspВыносите, друзья, выносите, враги.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp От погони той
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp вовсе хмель иссяк.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Мы на кряж крутой —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp на одних осях.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp В хлопьях пены мы —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp струи в кряж лились,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Отдышались, отхрипели
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp да откашлялись.

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Я лошадкам забитым,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp что не подвели,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Поклонился в копыта
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp до самой земли,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Сбросил с воза манатки,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp повел в поводу.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Спаси Бог вас, лошадки,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp что целым иду!

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